I'm From Lonely Lane (edited)

I’m from Lonely Lane,

Oak trees and the sun that is leaving;

The critters that pass me every Sunday evening.

I’m from solemn memories from the past,

From mountains of dishes in the sink to last.

From trash and bottles all over the street,

From fewer and fewer people I meet.

I’m from yelling and scolding.

From tons of laundry folding.

From hurting and aching,

A heart that could never stop breaking.

I’m from “Get out!” “Leave me alone!”

And “there’s nothing left to say”.

The empty house that haunts me,

All through out the day.

I’m from lying and cheating,

From lots of deceiving.

From regretting and grieving…

I’m from Lonely Lane and I guess I’m never leaving.